Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.